Seven days…
Seven deadly sins…
Gluttony
The warning hadn’t been enough.
More, more.
He pushed the cake between his lips, cheeks filled and face red with the need to cram more food into his mouth. Voluminous folds rippled and jiggled as he reached for more spongy goodness from the pile.
He couldn’t help it. He couldn’t stop.
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